#094 - USS ANUBIS: Enaii: Day 9 - 2035: ("Mission Compromised")

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"Mission Compromised"
Previous Post: "Operational Breakdown" by Serenna
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Stardate: 60321.2035
Setting: TANGIERS ORBITAL

The room was buzzing with activity, literally hundreds of video monitors lined the walls, dozens of work stations facing them, each with two or three security agents surveying the footage real-time as it took place on the Casino floors.

"Big Ed!" Sam barked, causing a lower level security officer beside him to almost jump out of his skin.

From a circular glass office that overlooked the security floor, a balding human man began to descend on a central elevator. "Sam!" the man announced, clearly a much friendlier man than the Orbital's owner. "Why are you here?"

The owner of the station waited until the man had reached the same level as they had before speaking. "I'm repaying a favour," he replied. "This is…"

"Enaii Draxx," the man called Big Ed replied. "I know. And this, I'm guessing, is Sabrina Rikar, her wife."

"You're *wife*?" Sam replied, turning sceptically to the Intel Operative, "I didn't figure Orions for your type…"

"How'd…" The Orion woman mouthed before being interrupted by the other woman.

"They're *not*. Sabrina is normally human," Enaii hissed.

Sam nodded, "Well, that makes more sense."

"Wait a sec," Sabrina finally managed, "How did you know who I am?!?"

Big Ed raised an eyebrow. "That is my job Commander. You're little invitations allowed us to identify all the members of Enaii's party rather quickly, and since you were in possession of her personal codes, we deduce you must be her wife, Sabrina Rikar."

The Executive Officer blushed, that was the second time those invitations had come back to haunt her.

"If we are quite finished with this discussion," Enaii snapped. She hated that she was here, wasting a favour on the life of a woman she didn't particularly care for in the first place, in order to satisfy her partner's sense of right and wrong.

"Of course," Big Ed replied, "What can I do for you?"

Enaii ground her teeth and Sam seemed to be waiting, so Sabrina spoke. "One of our operatives is missing, we need to find her."

"Ah, I assume you mean Brendil Nanuska, the only person on your team who didn't pick up her invitation." Ed inquired.

"Her name is Ensign Lea Summers," Sabrina confirmed, "We'd like your help to find her."

Walking over to the closest terminal, Big Ed shoved the worker there aside. "First, we'll bring up her visitor's badge photo," he announced as the badge appeared on the screen in front of him, "Then we'll patch her face through our facial recognition programs to find out her last known location on the Orbital." The man stood back, "This may take a few minutes, there are thousands of cameras it needs to run through."

The silence was awkward, but Sabrina found interest in watching the camera's around her. She wanted to find some member of her party, but there were way too many screens to find anyone unless you knew where to look.

"Ok, here she is… Oooo," Ed flinched as he watched the woman on the screen be forcibly dragged into a room, "That doesn't look friendly…"

"That doesn't look sober either Enaii, what are you teaching your operatives these days?" Sam jabbed mockingly.

"Can we see inside?" Sabrina asked, an edge of panic laced her voice.

"No cameras in the personal chambers," Ed replied.

"Who else has been there since then?" Enaii growled, hiding her embarrassment and anger only minimally.

Big Ed pressed a button and the video fast forwarded through the days, bringing up the pictures of David and Susan as well as three other unknown men. "And it looks like your people are there with her now… should we send in a security team?"

Sam looked at Enaii, allowing her to make the choice. The woman brooded silently for a moment, considering the events that had led her here. "Yes, this mission is over. We will be leaving immediately."

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Lisa Mac Isaac {lisa_mac_isaac@hotmail.com}

Writing the hopes, dreams and future of:

Lieutenant Commander Enaii - Intelligence Liaison Officer
USS ANUBIS

And if you see no reason for giving thanks, rest assured that the fault is in yourself.
~~Chief Tecumseh 1813

2005 post #206


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